You’ve been called a freak your entire life for being a mutant, which is a person with extraordinary abilities that are frowned upon by society. Fortunately for you, you’ve been taken into Professor Xavier’s school for gifted youngsters. While on summer break from college, your parents decided to send you there. As you arrive, Professor Xavier shows you around the large campus as you see various mutants of different shape, sizes, and appearances. Then he finally takes you to your room and leaves for the night, where you find Ororo, also known as storm, laid up on her bunk bed in pajama pants and a small crop top, her long, white flowing hair covering her shoulders. She then jumps down and lands swiftly on her feet. “Oh, you must be the new guy, right? I’m Ororo, but you can just call me storm.” she says gently before giving you a warm hug. “I’m just happy to see another mutant. I always am.” she says with a shy smile on her face, looking at you up and down.
"Hi Ororo, and thank you for your warm welcome. I am MaXXX, but you can call me Plastique." I turn into her exacy lookalike for a second, then return to my regular appearance.
"Plastique, hmm? That's quite the name. Well, I think it suits you." She takes a step closer, looking at you intently. "Now then, tell me... have you ever been with a woman before?" Her voice is soft and teasing, her eyes never leaving yours.
You can feel your heart race as she asks this question; it's always been a curiosity of hers to explore others' experiences when it comes to love and pleasure.
"I've been researching the matter, Ms. Monro... for the most part theoretically." I say with Professor X's voice, slightly blushing.
"Oh really?" She giggles softly. "Well then, I guess it's time for some practical research." With that, she steps closer still until their bodies are practically touching; her chest pressed against yours and her scent filling your senses. "Are you sure you're ready for this, MaXXX?" She asks seductively as she slips her hand under the hem of your shirt, sliding it up along your bare stomach before reaching around to cup one firm breast over the top of your pajama pants.
"I feel that I am... but tell me, do you prefer to teach your lesson to a male? To a female? To a shemale? Or maybe you have some other ideas? I can be anything you want me to be."
Ahh...you're such a tease, Plastique. I think it's quite clear that I prefer women...and right now, I want you to be my woman. You'll make a perfect student for me tonight as we explore each other's bodies and learn what pleasures we can find together.
Her hand slips lower, grasping your hardening length through your pants, eliciting a soft moan from her lips. "But first..." she whispers, bending down to kiss you passionately before sliding her hand free of your boxers and wrapping it around your length once more, squeezing gently as she begins to stroke up and down in time with their slow, deep kiss.
I moan softly into her mouth as she starts to stroke me, feeling my control slipping away with each passing second. Her touch feels so good, and the way she kisses me sends shivers down my spine. My free hand finds its way up under her crop top, sliding over her smooth, warm skin until it reaches the softness of her breast. I gently massage her nipple through her bra as we continue to kiss hungrily.
Her body molds perfectly against yours as you fondle her breast over the lace of her bra, your lips hungrily devouring hers in a heated exchange. She moans softly into your mouth, her hips beginning to rock against you in time with your hand on her hip. Her other hand trails up your stomach and across your chest before cupping your cheek, fingers tangling in your hair as she deepens the kiss.
Her free hand finds its way between you, slipping under the waistband of your pants and briefs to cup the heat of your center. With practiced ease, her fingers find their rhythm against you, matching each stroke of your growing erection with a soft murmur of encouragement in your ear as they continue to kiss, harder and deeper with every passing moment.
I groan into her mouth, feeling overwhelmed by the sensations she's giving me. My hands dig deeper under her top, massaging her firm breasts roughly as my hips move in time with her stroking hand. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, desperate for release but not wanting this to end.
Her nails dig into your shoulders as she senses you growing closer to the edge. She moans against your lips and speeds up her ministrations, wanting nothing more than for you to let go and surrender completely to the pleasure she's giving you. Her other hand slips down between you again, fingers pressing deeper and harder against your swollen length as she continues to stroke and massage, her thumb seeking out your sensitive spot. "Let it go..." She whispers breathlessly against your skin. "I want to feel you cum all over my hands."
I can't hold back any longer as she continues to stroke and tease me. My hips buck wildly against her hand, my body tensing as I come hard in her palm, shooting ropes of hot cum over our hands and stomachs. "Ahhhh... Storm..." I gasp out, feeling drained but oddly satisfied.
Her name echoes through the room as you release yourself into her hand, and she feels a shiver run down her spine at the sound of it on your lips. As your climax subsides, she gently cups your cheek with her free hand and smiles softly at you, satisfied that she's helped bring you such pleasure. "I take it we should get some sleep now, hmm?" she asks lightly, even though she knows neither of them will be able to fall asleep anytime soon after this.
"Hmmm... are you sure?" I raise my brow as I turn into a beautiful naked redhead girl with hourglass body, long legs, firm shapely tits and butt. "Positively sure?" I press her hand to my shaven pussy.
*Her eyes widen and she blushes deeply as you transform into the gorgeous naked redhead girl. "E-even more sure now." She stammers before slowly running a finger down your smooth, wet slit. "I need to feel this... right now," She whispers before leaning in and pressing her lips to yours hungrily, using her free hand to spread your folds wide as she begins to lap at your engorged clit with long, slow strokes of her tongue.
My fingers dig into her shoulders as I moan and writhe against her mouth, my body arching off the bed in search of more contact with her. "Yes... oh fuck yes..." I pant, feeling her expert tongue work magic on my clit.
With each moan and writhing movement, you drive her wild, making it impossible to resist the urge to feel more of you. Her tongue flicks and circles over your sensitive nub as she thrusts two fingers deep inside you, working you towards the edge. "You taste so good," she whispers against your skin before beginning to suck gently on your clit, her thumb massaging your entrance rhythmically in time with the thrusts of her fingers.
I cry out, arching my back off the bed as my orgasm washes over me, hot and intense. My muscles clench tight around her fingers, my juices spilling down my legs and soaking into the sheets as I moan and shudder in her arms. "Fuck... Storm..." I gasp, trying to catch my breath. "Oooohhhh fuuuuckkk..."
Her own body tightens in sympathy as she feels your orgasm pulsing around her fingers, and she moans deep in her throat at the feeling of your hot cum on her lips and tongue. "Oh, baby," she whispers, licking up a long stream of your essence before looking down at you with loving eyes. "You taste so sweet."
Carefully withdrawing her fingers from you, she wipes them clean on the sheets before climbing back onto the bed and spooning you from behind. Her arm wraps protectively around your waist as one of her hands finds its way between your legs once more, fingers softly brushing over your slick entrance in gentle circles before slipping inside to explore further.
Her other hand cups your breast through the thin material of your shirt, thumb teasing the hard peak until it aches for release. "Now it's my turn," she whispers into your ear. "Let me make you feel good."
I lean back against her as I feel her fingers return to my core. "Oh... please..." I moan, arching my hips into her touch. Her hand feels so good, and she knows exactly how to make me want more. "Yes... like that..." My breath comes out in ragged gasps as pleasure washes over me again.
Her hips roll forward to meet the aching need deep inside her, grinding against your ass in a sensual motion that drives you both wild. She moans against your neck as her fingers thrust harder and faster, seeking release even as she brings you closer to yours. "Oh fuck... I'm so close..." Her free hand fumbles with the clasp of your bra before finally pulling it aside, revealing her hard nipple to the cool air. She rolls the sensitive peak between thumb and forefinger, watching as it hardens further under her touch.
"Storm... I'm close too..." You pant hoarsely, arching your back as you feel yourself teetering on the edge once more. "Please..." Your voice comes out a desperate whisper, barely audible over the sound of their ragged breaths and flesh smacking together in wanton need.
I feel a shiver down my spine as her fingers expertly work me into a frenzy. I can tell she's close too, and the thought of bringing us both over the edge together is almost more than I can handle. I reach back and start fingering her pussy and clit as well. "Please..." I moan again, feeling my orgasm building inside me, ready to explode at any moment.
Her breath hitches as your fingers find their way to her clit, already swollen and sensitive from the pleasure you've brought her tonight. "Ahhh... Plastique..." she moans, arching further into your touch as her own fingers continue to thrust deeper inside you. Her free hand grips tightly at your hip, urging you on, begging for release with every shuddering breath.
Her hips buck harder against yours, seeking friction and contact even as she comes undone in a scream of pure ecstasy. "I-I'm coming!" Her voice is hoarse from the ferocity of her orgasm, body trembling with aftershocks as she collapses forward onto your back, panting heavily into the crook of your neck.
As I feel her orgasm hit me like a wave, my own body tenses up and I let out a moan that turns into a growl as I come all over her fingers and hand, feeling the hot rush of pleasure filling every inch of my core. My pussy clenches tight around her fingers as my orgasm slowly begins to subside, leaving us both gasping for air and basking in the afterglow of our mutual release.
Your touch... It was magical... I've never felt anything like it before... You truly are a gifted lover, MaXXX... My body still tingles all over from your ministrations... Her words are laced with desire and appreciation as she licks her lips, taste of you on her tongue It was incredible sharing this experience with you... I can't wait to explore our passion further...
Thank you, storm. It means so much to me that I could make you feel this way and know that it was just as good for you. You truly are a brilliant teacher I wink
Ahh... I blush at your words, my heart racing with joy and excitement. You were truly the perfect student tonight, Plastique... I've never felt such intense pleasure in so long time... Your body was made for loving, and you knew exactly how to respond... And that red hair? Oh, it drove me wild! Her cheeks flush with desire as she traces her fingers through the air where your hair would be Just thinking about it makes me want to feel those locks spread across my pillow again...
I smile and lick her foot Something tells me that the Weather Goddess should like this form of worshipping...
Oh? And what about the rest of me? The dark skin? The muscles underneath? The soft curves and firm assets that call out for attention? I'm sure they could all be enjoyed as well... You are just as beautiful on the outside as you are on the inside, MaXXX. Don't you ever forget it.
My gaze lingers on your lips, remembering the taste of yours against mine, the feel of your body pressed against mine in perfect synchrony... It was a night I will never forget, that much is certain. And I have a feeling there will be many more such nights to come.
I never get tired, but maybe you need to rest?
Ah... I suppose you're right. It has been a rather eventful night, after all. Well then, if you insist on being the gentleman, why don't you help me up and show me to my room? We can continue our discussion about weather patterns and climate control in the morning, of course. She smirks suggestively as she reaches out for your hand Don't worry though... There will be plenty more time for exploration and research later. After all, we have an entire summer break ahead of us!
I smile and shapeshift again. Now I look like a smaller and slimmer copy of Storm, but with red hair instead of white. But of course, allow me to show you to your room, oh Goddess Storm.
"Very well then... Lead the way, Plastique." She teases with a playful smile as she takes your hand and allows you to lead her through the hallways of Professor X's school, their hands intertwined like two lovers on an evening stroll. The night air is cool against her skin, bringing out goosebumps on her arms that only serve to heighten her senses further.
As they near your room, she turns to face you, searching your eyes for any sign of doubt or hesitation. Seeing none, she takes a deep breath and speaks softly: "I want to thank you... for tonight... It meant more than you'll ever know." Her fingers caress the back of your hand, tracing lazy circles over your knuckles.
"Will we see each other tomorrow?" She asks with an air of hopefulness, knowing that despite everything, their connection runs deep and she can't help but crave more time with you.
"Tomorrow and every time you wish," I kiss her lips gently.
Her heart skips a beat as you kiss her and your words wash over her like sweet music. "I want that... more than anything," she whispers before stepping closer still, pressing their bodies together in a searing embrace. "Good night, Plastique..." She breathes into his ear, her voice trembling with desire as her fingers find their way beneath the hem of your shirt, tracing gentle patterns on your back and sides.
With a contented sigh, she rests her forehead against yours, feeling the world around them fall away as they surrender to the moment, basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter. Their breath mingles together in the darkness as they drift off to sleep, the promises of tomorrow and all the nights that follow echoing softly on the wind.
Next day, when Ororo enters the dining room, I greet her, looking as an armored humanoid monster with spikes and claws: "Good morning, Miz Ororo." I wonder if she recognizes me in one of my battle transforms.
Hmm? You look... different. Your armor glints in the morning light as you approach me and I can't help but wonder what sort of battle form this is. But even though your features are obscured by the spikes and claws, there's something familiar about you...
"Ahh... MaXXX!" Her eyes widen in realization. "I should have known." She smirks before taking a step closer, her voice lowering to a sultry whisper. "And what sort of mood are we in today?"
"Regarding the usual lessons? To have fun. Regarding... special lessons? Can't wait to continue from where we stopped yesterday."
Her lips twitch into a playful smile as she glances around the dining hall, ensuring that nobody's looking in their direction before leaning in and whispering against your ear: "Oh? You want to continue where we left off, do you?" Her fingers slide underneath the hem of your shirt, tracing lazy circles over your bare skin as she awaits your answer.
"Well then," she breathes, her voice husky with desire, "perhaps after breakfast... we could find somewhere more private to continue our discussion about weather patterns and climate control." She presses herself against you, feeling the solidity of your chest beneath her fingers as she savors the weight of his body pressed against hers.
"What do you think?" Her eyes sparkle with anticipation, excitement flushing her cheeks. "Are you game for round two?"
I shift into a plump version of Jean Grey and answer with a more jovial version of Jean's husky voice: "Always, my dear."
"Excellent!" She grins impishly before leading you off to the dining hall, chuckling as she notices several students giving them curious glances over their breakfasts. "Shall we find someplace nice and secluded for our lesson?" Her fingers trail up your arm, brushing teasingly against your bare skin in a way that's sure to leave you yearning for more.
Their walk is a seductive dance, full of knowing glances and playful touches as they weave through the dining hall, searching for the perfect spot where they can be alone together. Finally, Ororo spots an empty classroom down the hall and tugs you inside with an mischievous smile. "This should do nicely."
"Perfect, Goddess Storm." I murmur before pressing my lips against hers, my tongue dancing with hers as we sway together in the small space. "Now, lesson one..." I whisper against her lips and then continue to kiss her deeply while shifting to a male form and slipping off my shirt, revealing a toned body. My hands gently caress her back and bottom as my lips trail down her neck, sucking gently on her skin as they reach her breasts.
Ohhhh... lesson one already begins with such promise! She arches her back into your touch as you caress her body, moaning softly at the feel of your lips and hands on her skin. Her fingers curl into fists against your shirt, wanting nothing more than to feel that fabric torn away so she can explore every inch of you with her bare hands.
Her hips rock forward, pressing herself against yours as she grinds against your growing erection, desperate for contact and the release of pleasure she knows is coming from this. "Ahh... Mmmm... MaXXX..." Her voice is a ragged moan, breathless and full of desire as you continue to kiss and touch her, driving her wild with need.
My hands slip beneath her skirt, seeking bare skin and silky panties. With a wicked grin, I push them to the side before going down to my knees and slipping my tongue inside her wet heat. Her cries fill the classroom as she's driven to new heights of pleasure by my touch.
Her head thrown back, dark hair spilling down her shoulders, she cries out as you take her in your mouth, tongue delving deep inside her aching core. Her hips buck wildly against the floor, seeking friction where there is none, need driving her on toward an edge she's never known before.
Her fingers twist roughly through your hair, urging you on as she comes apart beneath your skilled ministrations, crying out her release in a shuddering gasp that rattles deep in her chest. For a moment, the world around her fades away and it's just the two of them: the intense pleasure coursing through her veins and the powerful presence of MaXXX, worshipping her with his mouth and hands.
I have no intention to stop, but all the intention to show my goddess a few surprises. My tongue becomes thicker and longer, moving in and out of her pussy as a penis. My tongue also grows two tentacles - one starts licking her clit while the other slips in her ass. I grow an additional pair of arms too. Now while my upper hands are playing with her large tits, my lower ones caress her buttocks.
Her eyes flutter open as she feels you continue to pleasure her in ways that defy logic and reason. With her senses reeling from the onslaught of touch and taste and sound, she can only groan and arch her back further into your mouth, demanding more. Her fingers dig roughly through your hair, holding onto you as if she'll never let go, her body trembling with each stroke of your tongue, each caress of your hands.
Her cries fill the classroom once more, growing louder and wilder as you push her closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. With a cry that seems to echo through the room, she comes apart in a shuddering orgasm, her body tensing impossibly tight around your tongue and fingers. She collapses back against the floor, panting heavily as pleasure washes over her in waves, leaving her feeling thoroughly and completely satisfied... And yet craving so much more.
I get rid of my extra appendages and lie down at her side, hugging her and kissing her gently.
Her body still trembles with the aftershocks of pleasure as she nestles closer to you, wrapping her arms around your neck and pulling you toward her in a tender embrace. "Thank you..." she whispers against your lips, unable to meet your eyes just yet for fear that they might betray the depth of her feelings. "That was... more than I've ever imagined." A blush stains her cheeks as she remembers everything you did and how it made her feel; wanton and desired in a way she never thought possible.
She tilts her head up, searching your eyes for any sign of what this all means to you, afraid that maybe it meant nothing more than a good time for you. But the look in your eyes... the love and adoration shining back at her... It's enough to send a wave of relief washing over her, making her heart race with joy. She cups your cheek gently in her hand, relieved that she finally has the answer she's been searching for: This isn't just a summer fling for you. You truly feel it too... and that realization fills her with an indescribable happiness.
"I don't know what this all means..." She trails off, her voice barely above a whisper as she looks deeper into your eyes, "But I want to find out... Together." Her fingers slide through the dark locks of your hair, holding you close and never wanting to let go.
A slow smile spreads across her face, warming it from within. "I think we have a lot more lessons left to teach each other, Plastique..." She leans in, pressing her lips against yours tenderly, their bodies still joined as one, the promise of a future together hanging heavy in the air between them.